397 The Benevolent Favor of the Empress

Jackson didn’t put her down; he carried her while buying two hot dogs, handing one to her and, after a moment of thought, handing her the other too.

“You’re giving me both? Aren’t you going to eat?” Miranda asked hesitantly.

“Of course I’ll eat,” Jackson chuckled. “But as the driver, I have to ensure your safety. My hands are full, so you can feed me.”

“You’re just being cheeky,” Miranda mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said, holding the hot dog up for him to take a bite. He obliged but yelped, “It’s too hot! It’s burning me!”

“It just came out of the oven and fryer; of course it’s hot! You must be starving to take such a big bite,” Miranda teased.

Jackson, feeling embarrassed, replied, “I’m not starving, but this is the first time you’re feeding me. I have to eat more to enjoy your empress grace.”

“That’s grammatically incorrect. An empress can’t have a ‘grace’ like that,” she pointed out.